| Well before she came along he was lonesome onry and mean
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| It was his way or the high way
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| But she had a way that hed never seen
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| Hed been livin hard and fast
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| All his takin was takin its toll
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| And it took a good hearted, hard headed angel
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| To help him gain control
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| He wore his own kind of hat
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| And for that folks called him an outlaw
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| Well some even cussed his name
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| Cause they couldn’t see the same man she saw
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| He strummed the beat of a different drum
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| And his hair was always long and messy, yes it was
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| And he said he wouldn’t change for no one
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| Except for Jessie
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| Well she never tried to change him
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| But she loved him and gave him a son
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| And that ain’t easy with a honky tonkin man
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| Makin music on the run
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| And Lord knows she was a good wife
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| Always good at findin ways to right his wrongs
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| She was the love of his life, the inspiration for his songs
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| He wore his own kind of hat
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| And for that folks called him an outlaw
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| Well some even cussed his name
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| Cause they couldn’t see the same man she saw
|
| He strummed the beat of a different drum
|
| And his hair was always long and messy, yes it was
|
| And he said he wouldn’t change for no one
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| Except for Jessie
|
| He wore his own kind of hat
|
| And for that folks called him an outlaw
|
| Well some even cussed his name
|
| Cause they couldn’t see the same man she saw
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| He strummed the beat of a different drum
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| And his hair was always long and messy, yes it was
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| And he said he wouldn’t change for no one
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| Except for Jessie |